A/N: would you still be surprised if i said this was mostly smut. smut smut smutty smut smut, with just a hint of plot (just a hint since im a smut slut through and through). And i aint even the slightest bit ashamed. This lil piece (lel) features the great dommy tommy and if you got a dommy daddy fantasy then THIS ONE IS FOR YOUUU.
If you like (which i hope you doooo since i know i did) please lemme know, if you didnt….let me know that too but BE NICE THIS IS A RESPECTFUL FUCKING NEIGHBOURHOOD AND IM STILL SENSITIVE YA KNO?
Word Count: 6003!!!! 6003 words of mostly smut AND YES I KNOW ITS PROBABLY HELLA EXTRA @ nonnie SO DONT READ IF IT YOU DONT LIKE LONG AF SMUT PIECES (also who have noticed that my pieces get sunstantially longer and longer everydamn time i post?)
A/N: So maybe you have noticed a pattern, which is that I write a stupid amount of smut and 0 plot. Ya girl has no shame and i’m hella extra so here it goes. smutty smut smut smut smut featuring yo boii dommytommy (bonus of some fluff at the end <3) As always, please lemme know what you think. This is my first dommytommy so just shoot me a cheeky lil message if you think its shit and I will stick to subtommy (who i love in equal measure my lil boy) or just gimme some love SINCE WE ALL KNOW I HAVE A MASSIVE PRAISE KINK PLEASE AND THANKS I LOVE YOU ALL I HOPE YOU ENJOY
Word Count: 5027 words of SMUT! You’re welcome and I’m sorry
Warning: dommytommy, impactplay, breathplay, sacrilegious, blasphemous, i wrote this after going to church with my gma so i’ll see y’all in hell
He loved the game. The chase. The capture and the defeat.
The thrill as the hunt played out.
The way he never knew what to expect from you.
No game was ever the same. Each encounter a new puzzle to solve. And you were the greatest enigma of them all. The one he would spend his life trying to solve, without even the slightest hope in his success.
You were fire, but you were air—lighting him up without weighing him down. You carried him and you grounded him. You were his end, his beginning, and everything in between.
You were his.
Tommy watched you from across the room where he sat in his chair. The leather cool against the cloth of his suit, juxtaposing the heat that radiated off from where you stood in front of him. He brought his cigarette up to his mouth, inhaling the bitter smoke as he narrowed his eyes on you, trying in vain to decipher your mind.
He watched intently as you slinked your body around the room, your hand slowly moving to remove your dress, your shoes, your stockings, until you stood directly before him, naked—save for the necklace around your neck, a small emerald he said had reminded him of your eyes when he gave it to you. His eyes trailed your body, his eyebrows raised curiously as he sized you up. He started at your feet, dragging his eyes up to your naval, then your breasts, to finally your face.
Your lips were wearing a smirk, one that he knew all too well. This was you giving yourself over, daring him to take what you were willingly placing at his feet.
“Come ‘ere,” Tommy whispered, opening his arms, and guiding you toward his awaiting lap. Once you were seated, wrapped in his arm, pinned against the sculpted and taut muscles of his chest, he kissed along the side of your face, grazing his soft lips up your jaw, nibbling his teeth on the skin in his path.
“Tell me what you need princess,” he murmured against you, his breath hot on your ear.
“You.Sir.”
His hand came up under your chin, grasping it gingerly. “Kiss me”, he demanded, bringing your soft lips to his.
The passion in Tommy’s kiss built slowly. His lips starting off soft against yours, willing your body to ease further into his own before gradually becoming more intense. His hand fell from your face onto your breasts, his fingers grazing roughly along your nipples, his thumb and forefinger twisting and pinching them hard enough to make you writhe on top of him. Hands continued on your body downward, palms manipulating the supple flesh of your hips with a bruising force. The whimpers that escaped your lips turned to moans and turned to whimpers again as he worked your skin between his capable hands. Tommy pulled away his mouth from yours to attend to your open neck, attacking the flushed and heated skin with his teeth and tongue, his actions alternating between gentle and savage. With your mouth free from his you were breathlessly moaning his name, your body defenseless against the feeling on his hands on you, exploring you, possessing you. Lost in the moment, you didn’t even notice where his hand had moved until he slid his fingers along your slit, humming with pleasure into your collarbone.
“Princess,” he began, bringing his mouth back up to your awaiting lips. “Mmm… Already you’re such a mess.”
Tommy was ruthless as he shoved his fingers deep into your cunt, curling the tips upwards against your inner walls as his thumb circled your hardened clit. You could feel the metallic bands of his rings inside of you, the cold contrast against your heated center making you jump and twitch against him. Trapped between his chest and his free arm—which had found refuge on your thigh, spreading you open for him— you had nowhere to move or escape. Tommy was in total control over everything.
The hand that was once grasping open your thigh was now lost in your hair, Tommy bounding up the long tresses in his fist with a harsh pull, forcing your face back upwards to meet his, the jerking movement ever so slightly separating the space between your mouths, keeping your connection close enough that you could swallow the next words he spoke.
“Fuck yourself.” The phrase was bitter on your tongue but you gulped it down like it were wine, craving, and hungry for more of the biting taste to graze your lips.
Once the command rolled off his tongue, he kissed you again. Every action of his declaring the scene to be between more than just lovers. He was making a claim. Demanding possession over your body. Greedy for nothing more than to own your desire and sew it into his own. Your hips rolled onto his hand without any second thoughts, your body accepting his commandments as it sacrificed itself at his altar. With your arms around his neck, you brought him closer to you and buried your face into his skin as you gasped for breath. His smell and taste a delirium inducing mix of sandalwood, mint, earth, and tobacco and you drew it in eagerly, rocking your hips with more fervor against his fingers. Tommy thrusted up his hand to meet your body, his maneuvers sending violent shivers down your legs which began to twitch as they hung off the edge of the chair. Your muscles were clenching around his fingers, the heat and pressure slowly escalating to hit their crescendo.
“Shhh…Not yet princess,” he began to coo once you started calling out his name with each exhale of your lungs.
“I- I needa- Tommy…. God please!” you cried out, actual tears forming in your eyes from the exertion it took to stave off your orgasm and wait for his permission.
“No no no. You only need what I need now princess. Who’s in charge here little girl?” he quipped back, moving your face to face him yet again, willing your eyes to open to look at him as he stared you down hard.
“You sir! You’re in charge…but please,” you cried out breathlessly, struggling to form the words around the moans escaping of their own volition past your lips. Tommy only continued to shush you as he moved his fingers deep in your cunt, a licentious smile becoming a permanent fixture in his expression.
Your nails were dug deep into the side of his neck as you continued to rock your hips against his fingers. You were clinging to him, desperate to keep yourself grounded until he released you. But as Tommy moved his thumb once more against your aching clit, any chance of waiting for his verbal permission was lost.
It erupted from your core all at once, a primal and visceral cry escaping along with it. Tommy’s fingers stilled within you as you continue to rock against him, riding out the waves of your orgasm. You mind was a haze. Your consciousness consumed and overwhelmed with the thunderous electrons pulsating through your body. Tommy’s eyes were glued to your face, mesmerized with the way your body reacted to his touch, but frustrated over your lack of control.
Lightheaded and blissed out, you feared the come down, already picturing Tommy’s forlorn expression of disappointment from behind your eyelids. You felt a hand push away the tendrils of hair from your face, and wondered for a second if it were your own before you felt the wet rings that belonged to his fingers graze your skin. His slick thumb ghosted along your bottom lip, his forefinger forcing its way in to your mouth, demanding you to suck.
“Look at me Y/N,” he whispered gently, the softness in his voice coaxing you into thinking it would be all right. But as you opened your eyes to meet his, you knew it was a lie as good as any of the ones he had told his enemies who also shouldn’t have trusted him. His dilated pupils mocked you, the ice-blue irises held you frozen as his fingers grasped onto your face roughly. “Which one of us is in control eh? Must I remind you my little girl? Must I force you to submit to me?”
“Tommy-I-c-.” You tried to speak, explain, apologize, anything. An impossible feat with Tommy’s hand holding your jaw in place.
“You will get on my lap princess. You’ve disappointed me. Now if you’re sorry, you will have to show me. Go on kitten. Face down.”
You did as you were bid and climbed off Tommy’s lap with his help. He guided you how he pleased, your belly resting on his knees, your head hanging down by his calf, your arse in the air. The feel of the cool air against your still wet and hot cunt made you squirm. Your body relished in the feeling— the intensity of the orgasm still coursing in all your senses. As Tommy ran a hand down your back, you instinctually arched for him, a small moan escaping from your lips from the change in position between your thighs. Tommy’s hands stroked you lovingly, although the tender caresses lasted for only a few seconds.
You heard the ringing of his hand against your ass before you felt the sting of it on your cheek, your mind barely having enough time to react before his palm came down again on the other side, the wet rings on his hand hitting you with such force, you could feel the colour of your skin start to change from pink to red to purple.
The blows started coming too soon after the last, and not soon enough, Tommy keeping the rhythm erratic to keep your attention focused on him and him alone. If he had wanted you to keep track, you had lost count, his strategic and methodological strikes coming down on the same spot on each cheek. You whimpered out helplessly into his calf, knowing that nothing unless his own satisfaction would stop the blows.
“Why am I doing this?” he asked simply, after a particularly harsh blow that sent you lurching forward on your hands.
“Because…” you began, trying to regain your breath that he just knocked out of you a second ago. “Because I-I came without permission. Because you’re in control and I didn’t listen to you. Sir,” you rambled off, the sting in your cheeks making your eyes start to water and your legs tremble.
Tommy savoured the way your body reacted to every blow, the way your back curved with every grace of his hand, the way your skin changed colour under his touch. He took another minute’s pause, running his fingers gingerly along your mottled backside, sucking his breath between his clenched teeth as he felt you wiggle against his hardening erection.
His hand came down hard against yet again a couple more times before his gentle caresses soothed you once more. Humming as he trailed his fingers against your sopping cunt which was yet again yearning desperately for him.
“Think you’re ready to behave now my little princess? Or shall I continue?” A smile could be heard in his voice, the proof on his fingers already telling him that you would do or say anything to please him.
“You’re the boss, sir. If you think I’ve learned my lesson…” you trail off, your mind struggling to keep your wits about you as Tommy shoves his two fingers deep into your core, teasing you to cement his domination over you. You tried to remain as still as possible, letting him touch you as he pleased—this was his game now.
“You did well my girl. But you’re not done yet. Get on your knees and get ready to pleasure me. Maybe then I’ll forgive you for your insolence”
Tommy stood up quickly, the unexpected motion sending you falling onto the floor. You scrambled to your knees and waited for him as you watched him begin to undress himself. Tommy’s fingers expertly managed to untie his tie without looking, his eyes fixed on the drool escaping your lips. You were as eager as ever to touch him once he unbuttoned the front of his shirt and exposed his chiseled chest. You admired him like you would a god, his body was a sacred text that you would willingly study, read, and recite every night before bed.
His fingers beckoned you to finish the rest, which you did with great enthusiasm, desiring nothing more than to feel him, to taste him on your tongue as you prayed his scripture back onto his skin. You quickly unclasped his belt and trousers, ripping them down his leg with his minimal help. Tommy watched your eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning as you moved back to rid him of his shorts. An uncontrolled grunt moving past his tongue as he waited in anticipation.
With his cock free, you were suddenly ravenous, your tongue wetting your lips instinctually as you stared at his form. You approached him like a predator would its prey, an expression that made Tommy buck his hips when noticed, watching your face with his keen eye.
“Open your mouth for me princess…nice and wide,” he commanded, sitting forward in his seat closer to your face. Without hesitation you opened it for him, a smile wide on your face as waited for him to spit in. You were careful not to swallow, despite how badly you wanted to, but spread him along your lips. After-all this was technically a gift for him, not for you.
Parting your moistened lips, you licked the precum from the tip of his shaft down his length, swallowing the extra only once he was nice and wet. As you brought your mouth down against him, everything else ceased to be. All that existed was him. The soft and silky skin of his shaft as you took him in your mouth, his rough hands in your hair pushing you further down still, his enticingly bitter taste flowing down your tongue to the burning pit building in your stomach.
Him. Him. Him. It was all Tommy.
Tommy leaned back against the chair as you eagerly sucked him, his one hand behind his own head for support and the other atop of yours for control. He was shoving you down, slow, and deep—forcing you to take him down your throat, his strong grip on your hair squashing any chance you had at denying him— though the thought of doing so would never cross your mind. Your body tensed as you struggled to adjust your breathing against his relentless pace. But Tommy, wanting you to only act and not think, soon took mercy—bringing your mouth against the tip of his cock to allow you to catch your breath, before resuming his earlier rhythm.
Forcing your eyes open, you gazed up at him, staring at the small scar underneath his chin, making that your focus. Your vision was blurred from the runny black tears caused by your mascara but you could see him perfectly. His mussed up hair, his open mouth breathing in shallow breaths, the flush spreading up his clavicle and jaw. Tommy himself was also enthralled at the sight of you as he stared down past his cheekbones through his lashes, for someone usually also so composed and in control, you sure did know how to get wild. You were willingly choking around him as you began to swallow, massaging the tip of his cock with the muscles in the back of your throat.
“That’s it. God—that’s it my angel. Good girl,” he grunted out breathlessly, loosening the grip on his hand on your hair and closing his eyes, revelling in the way he felt in you..
After a few moments, you pull slightly away, bringing his tip back into your mouth and humming around him to get his attention back on you. When Tommy finally brought himself to look back at you, you pulled your mouth away from him, keeping him stimulated with your hands as you climbed up on your knees, bringing your open mouth closer to his face—begging.
“Please sir,” you begged, opening your mouth, keeping your eyes on his.
Tommy, wanting nothing more than your mouth back on him, was more that happy to fulfill your request, spitting once more into your mouth and face. His collapse back onto the back of the chair enough to get you back to your task. You continue the ministrations of your hands, alternating the firmness of your grip to keep things interesting and you sat back on your heels. When you sucked his balls into your mouth, Tommy moaned out with unabashed passion as his body twitched slightly beneath you. Switching the positions of your hands and mouth, you took Tommy deep once more, knowing that he wasn’t likely to last that much longer.
His hands returned to your hair as his need got more intense. His fingers wrapping around your dampened tendrils, simultaneously pulling, and pushing. You were moaning around him as you swallowed him back in your throat, the sight of him through your hazy eyes and the sounds of him roaring around the room enough to titillate excitement in your own core with an angry passion.
Desperately, you were seeking the deliverance he offered between his legs. Your mouth whispering prayers around his sculpted and veined skin, consecrating him as your divine. Tommy became your heaven, your hell; your master and prisoner; your salvation and damnation. When he came, he baptized you with his forgiveness and love. The salty and sweet taste of your redemption gushing past your lips and down your chin. Tommy let you pull off him, knowing you would you take great care in cleaning him up. As you were lapping what had spilled down his softening shaft, a few more pumps of his desire sputtered into your hair and jaw. You took him back into your mouth, coaxing the rest of his orgasm with your tongue, a smile trying to form around him as you moaned with glee and satisfaction. Tommy’s eyes were on you, watching as he once again disappeared down your throat, his attention forced solely on the sensation of your tongue on his undershaft. A devilishly handsome smirk on his face as you pulled him away from your mouth with a wet pop to rest your head on his strong thigh, sighing with unadulterated relief. He felt you shake against him where you sat next to his knee.
However, there is no rest for the wicked, and Tommy grabbed you by your hand and pulled you back onto his lap, cradling your tired body against his sweat sheened chest. You hardly even registered the movements as they happened, only focusing on the distance between you and him which closed at such a sluggish pace it felt like slow-motion. Before you were even seated on him, your hands were in his hair, your lips atop of his. You kissed him with a forceful sense of urgency, craving more from the man who was taking everything from you, but leaving you more fulfilled and liberated than ever before.
Tommy was murmuring praises between breaths, his cock firming up again already as you curled yourself further into him, begging him to take take take. He revelled in the taste of himself on your tongue and drank in the delicious flavour, kneading his hands into the softness of your skin. His breathing became shallow as he felt your right hand move down past his hair with a desperate tug, finding the scars on his left clavicle. He didn’t know why it soothed him so much to feel your touch there but it did and as he looked down at you with his heavy lidded and impossibly blue eyes he knew he had you.
Tommy’s hands were digging roughly into your hips as he pushed to get you to move off him. With the help of his strong arms, Tommy guided you around the back of the chair, bending you over, adjusting your knee so that it was angled above on the chairs armrest. Your back arched in preparation as you waited for him to position himself behind you. His hand trailed up and down your back as he assessed you, watching your body shiver and shake under the trail of his palms. A hard slap rang down once more on your bottom cheek, forcing a guttural cry from your lips.
“Tell me princess, should I fuck you now? Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you” he asked briskly, teasing your wanton cunt with his tip while he waited for your reply.
“Yes,my king. Please, please fuck me… I need it please. Fuck me!” pushing your hips back against him you were begging, your voice broken, your body writhing underneath his in pure desperation for relief…for him. “Oh god, fuck me!”
With hands digging hard enough onto your hips to leave bruises, Tommy pushed himself roughly into you, forcing a strangled groan from deep in your throat to escape as the sensation of his rigid cock appeased the aching need between your legs. Already wet, Tommy slid in almost effortlessly, his own control weakening from the intense feeling of being inside of you, from knowing that he owned you. With one hand still holding roughly onto your hip, his other hand travelled around your waist, searching for your clit. It all felt so right. The way his hot and thick cock felt inside of you. The way you fit against him like this. The way he claimed your body as his own. Nothing was there holding the two of you back. No barriers. No business. No family. Just a game between lovers. The thrill of the conquest. The high that came with total victory.
With each lustful, animalistic cry that escaped your lips, you were giving in, allowing him more and more space to go in for the kill, knowing the hunt was coming to an end.
“Tell me what you need princess,” he grunted into your ear as he moved his one hand from his hip to your throat, squeezing his fingers around you ever so slightly.
“You, sir,” you breathed back, struggling against his strength to reach his face with your own, wanting his lips on yours.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled again, circling your clit with even more fervor.
“You! I’m yours. This body is yours, please sir, uh god - fuck me, use me— I’m all for you!” you screamed, grinding yourself against his hand and hips. A litany of other words, some curses, some pleas, some incoherent ramblings, continued to spill out of your mouth as he fucked you.
“I want you to come all over my cock princess. You don’t need to wait— just give it to me. I want it all”
With Tommy giving as much permission as you needed, you came hard and fast around him. Your clenching inner walls tightened, providing him with even more pleasure as he continued to roughly thrust deeply into your now squelching cunt.
Under his hands, he could feel you quiver around him, knowing the pressure of both his cock and his hand would overstimulate you past the point you would be able to hold yourself up. Removing his hand from your mound, he found your supple breasts, greeting them with a savage squeeze before taking your nipples between his powerful fingers one at a time. The crude brutality with which he handled you was enough to ignite the fire within you yet again, as if your previous orgasm was nothing but foreplay.
Without even being aware of moving your body, your hands somehow found the back of Tommy’s neck. Using his longer hair as makeshift reigns, you pulled him closer to you, begging his lips to meet your open mouth. With his own hand still around your neck, Tommy chokes you closer to him still, feeding on the breaths and moans that fell from your tongue like they were to be his last meal. Your head felt as heavy as lead but as light as a feather as his fingers clenched around your throat.
You loved this feeling—the excitement of the capture, the exhilaration that came from being nothing but a tool for his pleasure, the liberation you felt from his domination.
By now Tommy was fucking without much rhythm, just mindlessly burying himself in you over and over again, staving off his own release until he had you screaming, crying, and pulsating wildly around him. Waiting until he had total victory. Until you gave him all that you had left of yourself.
Your open mouth was drooling around his, slinking down past his knuckles where they continued to hold you hostage by your throat. With your muscles choked under his hand, you could scarcely breathe let alone scream, the resistance only allowing for quiet, raspy moans to escape, which Tommy understood regardless.
As another orgasm roared through your body, you violently shuddered under him, your body going limp in his arms. Tommy watched your undoing, felt your usually composed body surrender to him, his cock seeming to swell even more powerfully inside you, gushing with such intensity, it felt as though a river was running through all of his veins and straight to where he met you.
When Tommy finally came inside you, your name was falling from his lips, the cries of his passion silencing when he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, his breath hot and sticky on your skin. You could feel the cum drip hot and slow down your thighs as Tommy continued to spill inside of you, the sensation warming you both physically and metaphysically as you thought of how much he filled you with his release.
With Tommy collapsing on top of you, your bodies fell limp on the back of the chair, his surrounding yours and melting them both down into one. His thrusts inside of you weakened as he finished riding his climax, until he finally pulled out of you, pulling more broken moans and whimpers from your lips.
As Tommy rolled your body over to face him as he stood up, he felt like he could come all over again just from the sight of your face. The unadulterated euphoria radiating from every pore, the tears of exaltation streaming down your face as you cried. Even though your eyes were open, you could not see a thing, your vision white and black and red all at the same time as your body continued to tremble on the chair. Tommy pushed the hair away from your face, humming softly to you as he watched you with your mind in a blurry haze. He could tell you were not registering anything that was happening just yet, the expression not changing in your face even as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.
Laying you down on the bed, Tommy sat close to you, continuing the gentle strokes on your face until you came back down to him. After a few moments, you did— your head turning into the feeling of his soft caresses until you could suck his thumb into your mouth, needing the comfort of the action to help ground you back to him. When he noticed the light in your eyes return, he finally spoke, his voice a soft whisper which still had the power to echo deep through your veins.
“How are you feeling?”
You tried your best to focus your eyes completely on him, hoping that if your words failed, he could still read your face to know how brilliant you were feeling right now.
“Mmm…’m okay,” your words were weak and shaky, but still audible and coherent. “‘Want you ,” you said as you smiled around the words, trying with all your might to move your leaden limbs to reach for him.
“Shhh… you already have me Y/N. You did so good for me princess, but anymore and you’ll be far too sore tomorrow. You need to rest now.”
“Mm, not like that…I just—I want you, come here…please? Hold me?” With your brain still fuzzy around the edges, you couldn’t be sure of the faint blush you thought you saw flash onto Tommy’s cheeks, but even thought that he might have blushed was enough to bring a dazzling smile onto your lips. A sight that made Tommy’s heart flutter against his ribs as he watched.
Acquiescing to your request, Tommy slid into bed next to you, carefully drawing you closer to him while minding your sensitive backside and thighs. His mouth found your hair, pressing gentle kissing to the top of your head as it rested against his chest. Your heart rate starts fluttering again over how soft he is in this moment. Holding your face in his lithe fingers, he brings your lips to his, beckoning them open with his velvety tongue against you bottom lip. The kiss was soft and slow, allowing you to savour the moment, to treasure the feeling of being all his.
The tenderness that Tommy exhibited toward you made your heart swell, the way he comforted and soothed you back down from your high brought silent tears to spill down your cheeks. Tommy was quick to catch them with his thumb, separating your mouths to murmur praises into your skin.
“Hey, shh shh princess, c’mere, I’ve got you—I’ve got you. You were so good for me today,” he began to say, smoothing his hands all over your body as gently as his voice. “Thank you, Y/N, thank you for giving yourself to me. You have no idea how proud it makes me to know that you’re mine. You’re my princess Y/N.”
Tommy had called you by name, and you were his. The hunt, the game, the capture, and defeat— none of it mattered anymore. You were in his arms, and he was in yours.
A/N: Warnings: NSFW. plot? what plot? this is pure smut, smutty smut smut smut smut
Pairing: sub!Tommy x reader
Word count: 4075 words of SMUT
this is my first sub!tommy piece so PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. i live off of feedback (especially of the positive variety✨) so if you liked this please lemme know! Also if you have some ideas of what I should write next YA GIRLS DONE UNI so ill have so much time to write (job? what is a job?) so please send some stuff my way.
You would never tire of it. The sight of him beneath you. The feel of his shuddering body trapped between your thighs.
Thomas Shelby—the king of Birmingham, the man who one day could be emperor of the world—vulnerable beyond all recognition because of you, because of your touch. Here he was, laid underneath you, naked, defenseless, utterly exposed— giving you all that he had, all that he was, and begging for you to take even more.
Tommy would never tire of it either. The way he felt being at your mercy. The relief that came from his submission. The warm and comfortable feeling of being safe despite relinquishing his control. But most of all, you. He would never tire of the way that you felt, the way that you made him feel. It was mystifying. Beautiful and terrifying. Addicting and all-consuming.
With your smooth legs straddling his waist, you made sure the ties around his wrist and the bedpost were strong enough to withstand him. Tommy always resisted the bondages at first. Never wanting to actually admit to you (or himself) just how much he needed you to dominate him, to take control, to silence his mind— even though his body always ended betraying his reluctance in the end.
Crawling your way back down his body, you paused briefly to kiss him hard on the mouth, your tongues quickly falling in rhythm with each other. Humming against his wanton lips, you forced yourself to pull away, grinding your hips against his as you continued moving your mouth down the path to his chest. Tommy used to hate it when you would spend time exploring all the scars and markings on his body, having some irrational fear that you would be repulsed with the evidence of his failures— the scars symbols that he wasn’t quick enough, smart enough, or in enough control to beat his enemies. He at first didn’t believe you when yo would tell him how much you loved his chest, his markings, his scars—but you loved everything about him, he was your Tommy. You kissed your way along the constellations that formed in his freckles, taking your time on his scars to show your respect for his resilience and strength. Tommy loved it when you peppered his skin dark and purple with your teeth, no longer able to deny the utter pride he felt when he saw the markings days later reminding him that he was yours, and you were his. When your mouth reached his nipples, you simply couldn’t deny yourself. Tommy always became weak when you would start rolling one between your mouth and the other between you hand, using your teeth and nails in a way which always got him whimpering.
The feel of your warmth even through the fabric of your panties had Tommy writhing wildly beneath you. The otherwise quiet room was disturbed by the sound of heavy breathing and the creaking of the headboard as Tommy pulled against his restraints. Each breath that escaped his lips was followed by your name. The way his desire thickened his accent to form each syllable of your moniker seemed like a prayer that he could only ever whisper to you in moments like this.
“Y/N… Please.” Tommy pleaded, his voice quiet but overflowing with his lustrous need.
“Tell me what you want Tommy.” You answer, stretching upright to admire the map your mouth left on his skin. Littering his skin like directions to his secret treasure. It made you smile thinking what would happen to his credibility and authority if anyone else saw him as you did now. His thick black hair so gloriously dishevelled, his skin glistening with sweat. His chest covered with the evidence of your devotion and power over him. Nobody would believe that the Tommy Shelby, the feared gangster and powerful businessman was tied up, naked and vulnerable in your bed, willing to do whatever it took to give you pleasure, even at the expense of his own.
“Please-please Y/N. Let me touch you. Please. Please.” God how you loved it when he begged. Tommy’s voice was distraught, his breath weak and shallow. He needed this, needed you, and his voice told you just how much.
“You will Tommy. Just not yet. Be a patient soldier and be good for me okay?” You whispered as you brought your mouth back onto his, figuring you would let him kiss you to compensate for your answer. “Just a little bit longer I promise you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes! Yes, I trust you.” He breathed out anxiously, trying with all his might to move his hips beneath you for some much-needed friction down below.
“Good.”
Continuing your trek down his flushed chest, you silently moved one of your hands to your already heated and slick center, coating your fingers with your liquid desire. Your eyes were fixed on his, a devilishly coquettish laugh escaping your mouth as you watched his reaction with unparalleled satisfaction. Tommy’s eyes were lit up bright blue, shifting quickly back and forth from your face to the hand that was hidden inside of you, waiting like a dog who had been told to sit as his owner got him a treat. His mouth was drooling and his breathing erratic. It was a sight. When you shoved your fingers in his open mouth, he was more than ready. Tommy was sucking back your juices with a crazed hunger, moving his tongue in earnest to make sure he swallowed every-last-drop of you.
“You like that Tommy? Like knowing what you can do to me without even having touched me?” His response was a scandalous groan of agreement from around your fingers. “How should I reward you for getting me so wet hmm? What does my good boy think he deserves? Should I suck my soldiers cock? Tell me what you want Thomas.”
“God Y/N yes. Ple-please…please–your mouth–tong–.” His voice came out through sputters. Every nerve ending in his body so fired up with adrenaline and anticipation for your touch that his mind was in a haze. When Tommy was in such a state, he couldn’t even really tell where he was actually being touched, the sensations so strong they spread all over his body.
“Very well, since you begged so nicely. On one condition soldier— you are not allowed to make a peep. Is that understood.” You voice clear that it wasn’t meant as a question. Staring him dead in the eyes as you waited for his non-verbal agreement. Tommy wasted no time in nodding his assent, throwing his head back hard against the pillow as you moved your body off his lap and onto his calves, trailing your tongue along him as you moved down the rest of his torso and up until you reached his aching shaft. Tommy had to exert all of his control and power to stop himself from whimpering as you flicked your tongue against his beading slit, which already had been leaking out the opalescent pearls of his wanton desire. His hips bucked automatically, but quickly calming in their frenzy as you forced them back down with your hands as a warning.
“Mmmm. Tasty little thing, aren’t you?” You moaned against his veined skin, teasing him with your tongue just before taking him in whole.
“Fuck. Ah!”
Uh oh.
Tommy stilled completely, mentally cursing himself for disobeying the one thing that you had demanded of him. He was used to disappointing people, especially those in his family—but he could not stand the shame that came with disappointing you. He waited anxiously to see how you would react, terribly afraid that you would reprimand him by removing your touch from him altogether—which admittedly he thought he deserved for his insubordination.
But you didn’t.
Instead when you pulled Tommy out of your mouth with a wet pop, your wrapped your palm tightly around his saturated cock and began stroking him at a torturously slow speed. You moved so you were no longer straddling him but close beside his leg, and you used your free hand to peel your saturated knickers down your legs. As you let the cool air contrast against your heated center, you roughly shoved the fabric into Tommy’s mouth, gagging him.
“Tsk tsk tsk. I said I didn’t want to hear a sound from you didn’t I Tommy? Was there something about what I said that you didn’t understand?” You asked sweetly, despite the concealed cruelty behind the words. You shoved your panties further in closer to his throat, and held his jaw to force him to clamp the fabric tighter with his teeth. “If I hear another sound come out of that pretty little mouth of yours, I will stop. I will make you watch me as I get myself off. I won’t let you touch and I will not let you be touched. And you won’t be able to come for a week. I was being nice earlier—rewarding you for being so good. Are you going to be a good soldier for me now Tommy, or are you simply going to continue wasting my time?”
Tommy wanted nothing more than to speak, to beg you to forgive his insolence, to explain how badly he needed you, how badly he wanted you. He wanted to scream out that he could you be good for you, that he would be for you. But instead all he did was nod his head, because what else could he really do? You had him at your mercy and you both knew it.
Gingerly you moved the hair that had fallen down by his eyes with your hand—an act so intimate and sweet in its nature Tommy almost forgot how you literally just threatened him a moment ago. As your other hand continued to lazily stroke his cock, you purposely let your nails scratch along the throbbing veins. Tommy knew this was a test and that you were goading him. Almost as if you wanted him to make another noise, to fail. But that was what he needed from you wasn’t it? Not the reassurance that he wouldn’t fail, but that his failure could be forgiven and learned from without the threat of rejection. That he could relinquish control, free fall in the uncertainty of the chaos and you would be waiting at the bottom to catch him and help build him back up again.
Shifting your body around you moved so you were now facing his feet, your calves surrounding his head, breasts hovering above his naval. Your sopping and exposed cunt dripping decadently above his face, just barely out of his reach. Before Tommy even had the chance to react to the dangerous proximity of your soused heat, you once again took him whole in your mouth, pressing the leaking tip of his cock against the back of your throat making him cry out softly against his gag. Humming your lips around him, swishing your tongue across his girth as you bopped your head up and down, Tommy was a mess.
He began alternating between whimpering and growling around the fabric of your panties that were still tightly held with his clenched jaw. He could taste you, smell you, fuck he was staring directly into you as your cunt trembled and dripped above him, but it was nowhere near enough. He wanted you in his mouth, wanted so badly to be inside of you, to touch you, to be engulfed by you. He was crying from how much he needed you. A privilege he was desperate to earn.
Normally you would make him wait just a little bit more before giving in, but tonight you found it hard to rationalize putting off your own pleasure just to teach him a lesson. Without taking your mouth off him, you reached back behind you and found his taunt jaw with your fingers. Moving your hands blindly across his face you found his mouth and pulled the sodden fabric out, disposing of it somewhere on the floor, freeing the tongue that you so desperately needed. Tommy was belligerent in his gratitude as you removed his gag and required no instruction for what to do next, the removal of the oral obstruction was as much direction and permission as he needed.
His mouth was already wet when he made contact, he had been salivating like a dog ever since you tightened the restraints around his wrist earlier in the evening. If there was a word to describe the manner in which Tommy devoured you, it would be maniacal. He was a crazed animal, greedy from deprivation, teeth bared and tongue savagely running along your folds. His lips sucked around your engorged clit, growling so ferociously that the vibrations sent charges all over your body. No longer strong enough in your legs to hold yourself above him, you pressed your cunt right down against his face. Your hips grinding on him so hard, he could scarcely breathe.
But he didn’t need to.
Tommy needed you and nothing else. When it came to moments like these, you could take his life, take his money, take his power, he didn’t care.He would lay everything at your feet so long as he could have this. The joy of giving it all to you, the pride of making you scream his name, the peace that came from you taking control.
The freedom he found through his submission.
Sensing how close you were you dropped Tommy out of your mouth— far too preoccupied in your pleasure to care about how lewd you must’ve looked as the mixture of saliva and cum drooled slowly from your open mouth. You tried to continue lazily stroking Tommy with one of your hands but found it much too hard to pay any proper attention, your brain overwhelmed with your own sensory overload. Rommy was a man was as sure of what he could do with his tongue as he was with a gun. You would probably argue that his tongue was a weapon in itself and capable of mass-destruction. Well-versed in the various ways to please you, Tommy knew exactly how to move his tongue to give you your climax— rolling just the tip of your clit gingerly between his teeth and lips.
Your orgasm came all at once— erupting from your core with a strangled and primal cry, which did nothing but spur Tommy on to continue, going for seconds. Your juices poured like milk over his face, your cum and his spit dripping licentiously down his jaw and neck to pool on the pillow beneath his head. Tommy did his best to lap out your mess with his tongue, trying to balance his job to pleasure you over catching his own breath which was shaky from the ferocity of your own undoing—but he would choose you over life any day. You rested your head atop his thigh while you let him finish, incapable of denying your lover the simple pleasures of his favourite sticky treat that you made special just for him. His tongue was exploring the inside of your once more. The precision and rhythm with which he moved on your overly sensed cunt was strong enough to induce delirium. It wasn’t long before the familiar sensation that had began building steadily in you core had erupted yet again cascading down his face in warm streams, quickly being swallowed again by your eager lover.
Groaning through tender satisfaction, you reluctantly pulled your body off from Tommy’s, moving almost comically slow from the overexertion brought on by your orgasms. You turned your body back around to face him properly once again, laughing in contentment as you looked upon his face that was slick and glistening from the mess of your cunt.
“My god Tommy you’re brilliant.” You say smiling wildly into his eyes, bringing your mouth on his to taste your own sweet concoction that was mixed with the whiskey and smoke from Tommy’s tongue.
“…Was I uh—good for you…?” Tommy asked in a breathless whisper. Despite making your come twice in the span of minutes, he worried you would still be disappointed in him for his insolence earlier and not reward him.
“Oh yes. Yes-you-were-Tommy. So good luv—I’m still trembling” You say laughing into his delicious mouth “… And to think you did all that with just your mouth. Gosh so amazing Tommy, and since you were such a good little soldier, I’m going to let you touch me. Would you like that my darling?” You flirtatious asked, smiling as you touched the lips you so adored with your trembling fingers.
“Oh God yes. Yes-please, please… let me touch you…” Tommy’s breath was shaky, his eyes desperately pleading his case. He was moaning how much he loved you, needed you, desired to worship you as your arms reached up to his which were fastened to the headboard. When he was begging like that—in complete dissociation from everything apart from your touch—there was no way you could deny him.
Immediately after being released from his restraints, Tommy pulled you closer to him, breathing in the scent of your hair, murmuring his gratitude into your skin. His strong arms helped move you so you could straddle him once more before he sat up grabbing onto your face to attach your mouth to his with an open mouthed kiss. You let Tommy take his time exploring your skin with his calloused hands. He did earn it after all. Still kissing him, you were breathing words of praise straight into his mouth, telling him all about how good he made you feel, and how proud you were that he was yours. If Tommy wasn’t so distracted with the feel of his hands over you and the ache from his neglected cock, he probably would have burst into tears.
Pulling back ever to slightly so you can look into Tommy’s eyes— which had darkened considerably from his heightened lust— you asked him a question he wasn’t used to hearing on days like this.
“Is this how you want me soldier? You were so good to me today I’ll let you pick which way I use you. Go on Tom, tell me how you want it.”
He paused for a minute of disbelief before answering with a shaky voice.
“Just like this. I want tt-to see you. I want to touch you. Please. Can we–like this?” His eyes were glazed over as he spoke, and you swore you could see tears in his eyes from how happy and at peace he was in this moment.
Kissing him hard along the jaw you lifted up your hips, one hand positioned on his chest and the one grabbing hold of his sweltering and blood-engorged cock. You teased him for just a moment along your center, coating yourself with the precome that was still beading out his tip. Tommy went absolutely rabid as you took him in inch by inch– he even bit down hard enough on your shoulder to leave a heavy indent…not that you minded of course. It was always amazing to see how Tommy was when he let go of his control and bravado, how beautiful it was when you saw him for who he was underneath all that pretense.
The once silent room was now filled with noise. The words of praise you yelled into Tommy’s ear as he thrusted up his hips to meet yours. The fanatical moans and curses spewing out from Tommys lips—most of which not English. The sound of your sodden bodies clashing together with the force of your passion and love for each other. You could sense that neither of you would be able to hold on for that much longer and as you looked down into Tommy’s eyes it was clear he felt the same. He was gone. Lost in the abandon of his submission. Though his eyes were staring into your face, he could not process anything except for the sensation of you and your glorious and greedy cunt that was swallowing his girth and overpowering his mind. Tommy knew better than to dare come without your permission and you could see the conflict in his eyes, knowing full well that he was in such a trance that he wouldn’t be able to speak coherently enough to ask.
You continued your assault on Tommy’s hips, bucking yours so harshly up and down on his that you both would be left bruised by tomorrow. Disentangling your fingers which had found a home in Tommy’s soft hair, you trailed them down to his neck, scratching the skin to warn him what was to come– not that he would really notice anyways. Pushing him back down on his back, you stretched your hands and brought your thumbs around to the front, massaging the muscles as you did. With your thumbs pressing against the carotid arteries just below his jaw, you steadily began to increase the pressure, keeping your eyes trained on his to help anchor him to the moment.
Tommys eyes were wide, his mouth open in disbelief and desperation. This was it. He could never last long when you finally took control over everything. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he waited for you to grant him his release.
“Come.” That was all you said. All that you needed to say.
As soon as Tommy heard that sacred word fall gracefully from your moistened lips, he fell apart. You could feel his warmth pulsate into you, his cock twitching as he came with fierce desperation. You collapsed onto his chest as you continued to gently ride him to your own undoing, making sure he knew that you were still with him as he floated through his trance. As you came once again, you felt euphoric in every description, your core quivering around Tommy while he was still seeping within you. You could hear him crying now, finally finding the delivery from all his burdens and stresses—which were many. Your hands tried their best to soothe Tommy, rubbing up and down his back to bring him back down to earth. You stayed on top of him like that for a while, keeping him warm until his cries subsided and he started becoming cognizant again. When his blue eyes met yours the faintest hint of a smile came over his lips.
“You feel good Tommy? You back with me yet?” You asked gently, smoothing his hair on the top of his head and kissing him. Tommy moved closer to you, placing his mouth on yours with a quiet blissed-out hum on his lips.
“So good,” was all he replied, not just yet able to come up with anything more to say. You pulled him out of your slowly, and winced as you heard him whimper at the loss of contact. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed his cigarettes and lighter, placing one in his mouth to help him in the come down. The higher Tommy got just before his release, the more anxious he became afterward. As Tommy smoked the cigarette without ever removing it from his lips, you moved to clean off his body. Giving him a reassuring squeeze on his arm before jumping off the bed, you run as quick as you can to the bathroom to run some cold water over a cloth. Trailing the cold cloth across Tommy’s face and neck upon your return. Cooing at him with the most relaxing voice you can muster you praise him for this evening, telling him how much you loved him giving over to you, and how much you loved him. You were sure to wipe off the sweat that collected all along his chest, kissing it once cleaned before using the damp cloth on yourself.
Seeing he was finished with it, you stubbed out the spent cigarette and took Tommy’s lips carefully in your own. Murmuring into his mouth more words of praise.
“That was incredible Tommy. You’re incredible. I can’t even believe how lucky I’ve gotten by having you.” Yours hands find his hair once again as you curl his body around yours, “I’m not going anywhere Tommy, I’ll stay here like this for as long as it takes for you to come back to me. I love you Tommy Shelby. I am so happy that you’re mine.”
Synopsis:when your father went away to serve in The Great War, you took over his side business in the shed. After the war, he struggles to recover from the damage of his trauma as an unexpected investor shows up at your door. (Thomas Shelby, Peaky Blinders)
We are going to look at the vast amount of character growth Ada has experienced over the four seasons/series and where I think her story has the potential to go based on that development.
****** NOTE: SPOILERS AHEAD *******
S1 Ada – Doesn’t want anything to do with the family business or the crime. She wants Freddie Thorne and to follow true love and generally not involve herself with anything else. She and Tommy are constantly at odds, and you can see them struggling with a sibling relationship and protector dynamic with Tommy trying to keep her safe but she doesn’t want his help. He has to use Polly as a go between for them and try to convince Ada of Tommy’s point of view. She always sees this coming and doesn’t listen. In the final scene, she puts herself and the baby carriage in the middle of the pending war as a metaphor for the victims of their war that aren’t present: the men’s families and children. She effectively deescalates the situation and Tommy/Billy settle the issue directly and everyone else can go home. (RIP Danny) After a season of seeing her mostly as an emotional and vulnerable woman that needs protecting, she takes a stand and shows considerable growth in this final showdown.
S2 Ada – She’s lost Freddie and she and Karl are living in London alone and away from the family. At the funeral she once again doesn’t have much to say to Tommy but is more receptive to his conversation. Polly tries to get him off topic and he makes a comment about how she’s not weeping, she’s capable of discussion. This moment is important for Ada because she’s essentially lost the one thing she wanted to fight her whole family for in S1 in Freddie and she’s strong enough to grieve, accept and move on for her and Karl. She and Tommy have matching black eyes after their attacks and this is an important moment that ties them together symbolically. He offers her a house and where S1 Ada would have refused, S2 Ada takes the key and visits the house with her son. Later on, Tommy lets himself into the house and she demands the key back at gunpoint. Ada is actively standing up for herself at this point and showing she is capable. He gives it to her willingly but notes that “if there was no one watching the house, I couldn’t sleep.” Another notable instance of tables turning is when Polly is not speaking to Tommy when he is withholding Michaels address. Polly goes to the Garrison to the party, and Tommy invites Ada to try and talk to and reason with Polly. This is a direct reversal of their roles in S1.
S3 Ada – In S3, Ada decides to rejoin the family in a sense and become part of the Shelby Company LTD. She previously wanted nothing to do with the family business but this is a showing of her growth since S1. She also plays a critical role of securing Tommy with the meeting contact he needs after his attack and severe injuries. When Tommy is accusing family members of potential treachery later in the season, Ada confirms she rejoined the family and business out of love and with no other motivation. At the end of the season, Ada and Finn are the lone Shelby family members (spouses excluded) that were not arrested and expected to be hanged. At this point, it is clear that Tommy has used his family members and tasked them with dangerous activities and put them in harm’s way, but not Ada or Finn. In the official photos, I don’t think it is a coincidence that Ada is one of the two characters closest to him in the photo, and facing the same direction as him whereas Polly is facing away. The body language speaks volumes.
S4 Ada – She experiences her greatest character growth to date in this series. She is once again a neutral family member between Thomas and the rest of the family that nearly met their deaths. She travels to Arthur’s house to carry the news of the Black Hand cards and leaves him with her gun. This is a scene that any of the brothers may have starred in previously, but this time it is Ada providing the news and resources. Ada says in a family meeting that “The Bolsheviks couldn’t organize a fucking picnic.” Tommy directly quotes this later when speaking with Jesse Eden and says “I have it on good authority that the Bolsheviks couldn’t organize a fucking picnic.” We, the viewer, understand that Tommy is referring to Ada as his good authority. He sends her to the rally Jesse Eden is speaking at and has her extend a dinner invitation to Jesse from Tommy. Most notable about the scene is Ada entering the bar and demanding service, fully embracing who she is at this point. Later in the season, Ada is arrested by the British army and it is revealed that Tommy has set up a plan with the officer Ben Younger and it directly involves Ada and her previous connections. When she and Tommy later discuss this, he provides the full details of this plan with her, something we haven’t previously seen him do. For example, in S2 when Tommy taps her housemate James to accompany him in his plan at Alfie’s bakery, when Ada asks they just tell her they’re doing something for the “good ole cause.”
Conclusion: Arguably, Ada has experienced the most dramatic and in depth development of any character across the series so far. She starts as Tommy Shelby’s younger sister that he wants to ensure is protected and not used as a pawn in Campbell’s plan. She matures into the single parent and provider for her son and attempts to help Tommy reason with Polly. We see her further develop and rejoin the family and business and become a more trusted and central figure in Tommy’s operations. And finally we see her brought up to the metaphorical “Big League” when Tommy involves her with the military vehicles plan. Over the course of the 4 seasons, it stands out that Ada is the one family member (besides Finn) that Tommy never outright betrays or leaves high and dry while he’s working on contingency plans. Ada is a weak spot for Tommy and is one of the few people we see call him out mercilessly and face no consequences. He trusts her opinion, uses her quotes in business conversations and trusts her to secure high importance meetings with critical timing. As the series progresses, we see Polly moving to work against Tommy any time Michael is threatened, and Ada actively moves into a position of working with Tommy.
The photo speaks to this sentiment as well. Polly is facing against them, while Tommy and Ada are in line beside each other. In S5, I think Ada is positioned perfectly to rise to be Tommy’s equal and most trusted confidant in business and in the family. I hope we see her character continue to grow and realize this enormous potential.
Notes: All photos came from google image search. This meta is of course, just my opinion on the characters and growth over the show’s course so far. I welcome all Peaky Blinders discussion so never hesitate to reach out! Thanks for reading.
